Meanwhile the night turns the story into drama The clowns to ghosts and the lawmen to thievs I'm sitting alone On the top of the church Under the clock-tower roof I get some hours of trust When I am here in the dust And picture the world form a little above In the dust, from a little above The world sleeps safe on her pillow now, ma'm And the wind plays with leaves on the staircase below And just like the wind I had a playmate who coped ♪ When life felt hard and unjust And we're here in the dust And pictured the world from a little above In the dust, from a little above ♪ So if you are young And almost out of regret Stay forever young 'Cause sparkling youth go to rust When you are here in the dust And picture the world from a little above In the dust, I'm ringin' the bell for my missing companion In the dust, you could have been free, well maybe you are now ♪ In the dust, you know I never will be